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Akira had been plagued with thoughts of you: clutching the sheets of his bed, eyes squeezed shut as you gasp and moan for him and how running you’d look with his cock in your mouth. It’s felt like ages at this point and the shudder that passed through his spine as he thought about it while you were in the room with him practically screamed at him to just ask you your thoughts on taking things to a more… intimate level. But that’s where the issue came in– he didn’t want to make things awkward or pressure you into something you didn’t want to do.

Akira played with your hair absentmindedly, his lips curled in a tired smile as you two winded down from the tiring day of partying, though he was slightly afraid that he had been a bit distant to you today because of his dilemma. “Thank you for staying with me tonight…” He mumbled in your hair, his hands sliding on your arms and resting on yours.

Raising your head, you gave him a large smile. “It was my pleasure, birthday boy,” turning your hands to hold his, you cuddled against his chest. “but are you finally going to tell me what’s on your mind? You’re pretty easy to read when you have something that’s been on your mind for a while.”

Akira sighed and dropped his head to your shoulder. “…I don’t want to make you think you have to do anything, so please, if you don’t feel comfortable with what I’m going to ask, just tell me. Just because it’s my birthday doesn’t mean–”

You cut him off, but gave him a smile as you turned his head. “I get it. Don’t worry.”

Taking a deep breath, Akira nodded and got to the point. “Would you… like to take things to… another level with me?” His eyes were soft and lips lightly tugged in a pout, worry and wonder tangled into a hormonal mess within him as he watched your lips curl up and a laugh escape your lips.

Akira was about to comment when you turned around, straddling his lap and kissing him fully, putting your hands in his hair and tugging softly before parting only millimeters from his lips. “I thought you’d never ask, actually.”

Shoulders relaxing, Akira put his hands on your waist and smiled wide, heart fluttering with excitement at your acceptance. It was cheesy, maybe, but he really couldn’t have cared less. He pulled you close and buried his face on your neck, kissing it feverishly as you laughed at the ticklish nature of his hair on your skin. “I hope you’re prepared, because I’ve been wanting to do this for the longest time.”

It was hot and relaxed, you both in high spirits accompanied by adoration in your eyes. Sweat sticking to your bodies and exhaustion slipping through your sloppy kisses, you slowly grounded yourself on Akira’s lap, hearing his guttural sounds from overstimulation. One hand was interlocked with yours, and his other dragged down from your chest towards your crotch, watching as you got aroused even after the slightly awkward yet wonderful experience.

He smiled at you and pressed a soft kiss on your collarbone. “Thank you, my love..”

Akira snickered softly and threw his body weight onto you, pinning you underneath him. He smirked widely and brushed his lips against yours, a knee in the middle of your legs, pushing against your crotch. “I can’t refuse a face like that… especially when you call my name.”